Loading...Zarah’s eyelids fluttered as she moaned softly, waking up to a pounding headache… what had happened last night? She only remembered having two drinks, not nearly enough to be hung over… She stirred gently, and only then noticed that her movements were strangely restricted… Her eyelids flew open as she suddenly took in her surroundings, her eyes locking on wrists wrapped securely with rope and attached to leads bound to the bedposts of the big four-poster bed in which she lay.
She struggled fiercely and screamed herself hoarse, trying to wriggle and pull herself free, or at least get someone’s attention — but it quickly became clear that her efforts were useless. The cords were just tied too tightly.
Heart beating frantically, she cast her eyes about the room, trying to get her bearings. The light was rather dim, but as her vision focused she could make out the room’s details clearly. The bed that held her captive was the only furniture in sight… and she could see neither window nor door in her prison’s smoothly curving walls. It was illuminated by the flickering light of many candelabra… which was reflected and seemingly magnified by a great number of ornate, gilded mirrors of all shapes and sizes that nearly covered the surface of both the walls and the ceiling. These decorations reflected the bed, and herself, from every angle. She shuddered, wondering what that could mean…
She now realized that she was still fully clothed in the red dress she wore last night. Her makeup was only slightly marred as she stared up at her reflection in the mirror above… her hair was a little tousled but she looked none the worse for wear, with the exception of being tied spread-eagle to a bed. She barked a laugh at the thought…
Suddenly, she heard a door open somewhere beyond her vision, and her heart thrilled with terror. Footsteps came slowly around the bed, and in the scant light a familiar face looked down upon her. Her eyes widened in shock and surprise. “You!”
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Jeremy smiled as his eyes moved over her body slowly, taking in the way that the fabric of her dress clung to her curves as she twisted in her bonds, trying instinctively to escape the inescapable. He leaned close to her neck and breathed in her scent for only the second time, savoring it like a connoisseur savors a fine wine. She smelled of sweet pears… and of sex, he thought. The scent of her fruity perfume had faded in the night, and her own natural scent had become stronger. He could not wait to taste her…
He had been waiting for this night since the moment he first laid eyes on her, months ago. For nearly two years, he had been playing a regular weekend gig with a local blues band at a small bar. It didn’t pay much, but the folks there were nice and the crowd appreciative… and it gave him something to do on weekends.
He lived a rather solitary, if comfortable, life, on what he made as a studio musician. He had a nice house, an expensive car, and many lovely things… but that did not include female companionship. When the last woman who had been in his life had cruelly betrayed him — so many years ago — he had sworn off women and turned to his other love, music, for solace. He played at that little bar because it was the one thing that could make him forget his past and feel truly alive. It was a cold existence, and his mind felt strangely detached from reality… yet it was comfortable and familiar. Free of love, but also free of risks and pain. Just how he liked it.
But then she sauntered into his life. All alone, and dressed to kill in the selfsame gown she now wore… red and clinging, with a plunging neckline that showed off ample cleavage. Her long golden blonde hair was done in glamorous big curls and waves that framed her face like a 50s movie star, and she had the curves to go along with it. She looked out of place in such a low-class joint, but she didn’t seem to care. She gave every appearance of being confident and relaxed as she tossed back a single shot of tequila and leaned back in her bar stool to look appraisingly at the band.
Her full lips were as red as her dress, and looked as if God in his tender mercies had designed them expressly for kissing… not that he believed in a God, but she was enough to make him consider the idea. Her body captured his attention, but it was her eyes that held his gaze… they were a vibrant bluish-greenish-grey that he could not quite put a name to. Yet he almost shivered at her glance when she turned his direction. How can something so beautiful have eyes that are so cold? he wondered.
She was not only alone, but also made no secret of her intention to stay that way. Her icy blue eyes flashed angrily at anyone who dared approach, warning off all but the boldest (and drunkest) of suitors. She dismissed both with casual disdain, intent on only one thing…
The music. He saw how she moved to the music; how, during the best parts when the band would hit that groove that cannot be described in words, she would close her eyes and drink it in like she had been thirsting for it all her life. She lost herself in it, until she WAS the music, and nothing else. After one of those moments, she opened her eyes and her glance met his. Without warning, her cold demeanor had melted away and fire now danced where only ice had reigned supreme. Suddenly he felt as if he was looking into a mirror. The same pain, the same longing… the same emptiness that had no name… but just as quickly, her icy armor slipped back into place. Her eyes were steel once more, and she looked away as if nothing had happened.
That night, he had lain awake tossing and turning. Her eyes haunted him, and would not let him rest until he wrote a song about them. He hadn’t been able to write lyrics for years, but that night they came unbidden to him and forced him to put them to paper. He wondered if he would ever see her again…
But he didn’t have to wonder long, for she was back the next weekend… and the one after that, until she was accepted as one of the regulars. She always came alone and left the same way. The lead singer of the band, who was famously successful with women, tried to chat her up a few weekends later… but she put him in his place with such cold disdain that the band still made jokes about her steely gaze. “If looks could kill, this would be ground zero of the nuclear holocaust,” they laughed. They figured that she must be a lesbian… but something caused Jeremy to doubt that very much.
Despite seeing her every weekend for months on end, Jeremy never got up the courage to speak to her… but he often found himself looking her direction. His most wonderful nights were those when she looked back and rewarded him with a rare smile. He fancied that she felt safe smiling at him alone, if only because she knew he would never dare approach… she was like a lioness in his imagination, so proud and beautiful, unable to yield to any but the true King of Beasts…
One night he asked the bartender for her name… and had exulted in the knowledge for a full week afterward. Zarah. He mouthed the name silently, savoring the taste of it. Sweet and soft. Like he knew she could be, if she would let herself…but she was closed, closed to everyone and everything, just like he had been until her steely eyes had shattered his armor…
Tonight, all that was going to change.
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Ever since moving into the city seven months ago, Zarah had been coming to this bar. For some reason she felt safe here. It was hardly a classy joint, but the drinks were cheap and the music was good. Really good, not what you would expect in a little hole in the wall. The same band played every weekend, and they had to be worth ten times what a place like this could afford… especially the lead guitarist. He was phenomenal, obviously a seasoned pro, and a born performer. She had heard her share of talented guitarists, but his sweet riffs practically made her toes curl in pleasure. She couldn’t figure out what he was doing playing gigs at a divey little blues bar when he could probably be touring with a big-name band… Guess sometimes I just get lucky.
He was handsome, too, she thought. Long, dark blonde hair that hung loose about his face and tossed about like a golden mane when he played a solo… Piercing, deep-set hazel eyes that glinted from beneath a brow oft furrowed in concentration. Muscled arms that gave away the strength of his tall, lithe frame. A strong jawline that had a set of stubbornness about it, but only added to his appeal. And it was strange… she saw beautiful women try to talk to him during every break, but he always dismissed them politely. Not cold, exactly, but certainly aloof.
She caught him looking her direction far more often than mere coincidence would dictate… but he had never tried to talk to her. She even chanced a smile at him now and then, when she thought no one else was looking, and he always returned her smile in the most surprised, gratifying sort of way… but still, he did not approach her. She should be pleased that he had the good sense to leave her alone… but inwardly she was confused by his lack of interest. She didn’t know why she cared… she did not want even friendship with a man, let alone romance… but her analytical mind was drawn to puzzles, and he was a walking, breathing, guitar-playing enigma.
She found herself thinking of him at odd times of the day. He wasn’t married – there was no ring on his finger – nor had she ever seen him in the company of a woman. He was obviously unattached, yet unwilling to change that situation. There was a sort of… sameness… to him, pain in his eyes that could not be assuaged. She wondered if some woman could have hurt him as badly as she herself had been hurt… but no. She would not think of that. She would be strong, and forget the past.
She swiveled in her bar stool, sipping slowly at her margarita as the band finished their last song. Uncharacteristically, the lead singer had something to say.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special treat for you. Our very own guitar hero, Jeremy Aston, wrote a brand new song and we’re gonna play it for you tonight. It took us months to convince him to sing it, so you’d better enjoy it,” he finished with a wry grin.
So that’s his name, she thought. Jeremy. It suits him somehow. I didn’t know he could sing. She flashed him an encouraging smile as he stepped a little sheepishly to the front of the stage. But when he strummed the first chord, his self-consciousness vanished like smoke in the wind. He began to sing, and his voice was deep and clear and more beautiful than she could have hoped. A hint of an accent came through in his words… was it British? Australian? She strained to try and hear more of it while listening to his lyrics…
Late at night I see you standing there
Tequila in your hand and a ribbon in your hair
Your face so beautiful, but your eyes are so cold
Makes me wonder who left you here all alone
And I think I might have to take a chance
Walk across the room and ask you to dance
‘Cause I’ve been searching for someone with eyes of blue
And if your heart is broken, baby, mine is bleeding too
You act so confident, like you don’t need anyone
But your eyes are haunted like you’re under the gun
Swaying to the music, you look so fine
But I wonder if a girl like you could ever be mine
And I think I might have to roll the dice
Pull you close to me and whisper words to entice
‘Cause I can feel your pain, I know it all too well
Love never dies, but it still hurts like hell
Oh baby, can’t you see I’m lonely
I’m searchin’ for my one and only
Too many sleepless nights, too many empty days
Since she walked out that door and we went our sep’rate ways
And I wonder if you could be the same
Does your heart beat true or is it all just a game?
‘Cause your eyes tell of sorrow that cannot be said
And of a spirit long since broken, but not yet dead
All alone, we dance till the dawn
And something inside tells me you’ll be movin’ on
But I’ll never forget the way you made me feel
With those sad eyes that pierced me like cold blue steel
You’re an unsolved mystery, forever unrevealed
Beneath those lovely haunting eyes of cold blue steel.
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Jeremy finished the song and stepped back from the microphone. It felt good to sing one of his own songs, but he had more important things on his mind than music tonight. He smiled as his eyes fell on Zarah, whose face was glowing with pleasure from listening to his song. She was, quite uncharacteristically, even clapping with enthusiasm. She looked vivacious and enticing… and it was now or never. The band was leaving the stage for a break, and he began to move in her direction. The drummer stopped him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “Brother, don’t tell me you’re going to ruin your weekend by talking to her,” he said, jerking his head Zarah’s direction. “She’ll make you sorry for weeks, man. It’s not worth it.”
Jeremy laughed easily, taking his friend’s hand off his shoulder. “No worries, mate. I know what I’m doing.” He felt the small vial in his jacket pocket as he walked toward her just to make sure it was still there. His heart was pounding in his ears so that he could hardly hear anything else. His eyes were locked on her as she took the final sip of her margarita, turning to place it back on the bar. He was behind her now, so close that he could breathe her scent, and he longed to touch the hair that shone like molten gold flowing down her back. He leaned in and spoke quietly in her ear so that she could hear above the din.
“Thanks for clapping,” was all he said. She turned, eyes wide with startlement as he summarily shattered their unspoken agreement to… well, to never speak.
“You’re welcome,” she replied a bit uncertainly. It was all he could do to not close his eyes and savor that voice of hers. Rich and sweet, and smooth as butter. Better than he had imagined.
“I noticed that your drink is empty,” he said, trying to speak more confidently than he felt. “Might I buy you another?”
“I don’t usually let men buy me drinks,” she said, hesitation in her eyes.
Jeremy could almost see her icy armor hovering nearby, ready for her to don again at need, but it was not yet back in place… he had one shot at this, so he put on his best charming smile. “But I’m not JUST a man. You heard Brian up there a minute ago. I’m a guitar hero!”
She burst out laughing in spite of herself. “Well, I especially don’t let guitar heroes buy me drinks. They’re the worst of the lot.”
“We are pretty bad,” Jeremy agreed, grinning. “But that usually means we end up getting what we want.”
She gave him an appraising glance. “And what do you want, Mr. Aston?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, Miss…”
“Call me Zarah,” she replied, a trace of a smile still playing around her lips. “I assure you that I’ve heard it all before. But I’m curious, in the off chance that you might have something interesting to say… so I will indulge you.”
“Very well, Zarah. I’m Jeremy. And I will tell you exactly what I want,” he said, winking and gesturing for her to lean forward so he could whisper in her ear: “I want to order you a drink so I can secretly taint it with tasteless but powerful sedatives that I have cleverly hidden in my jacket pocket. Then, I will play the gentleman and promise to see you home, but instead spirit you off to my secret lair, and make you mine forever.” He leaned back, and looked at her questioningly. “Would that be alright with you?”
His overly serious, hopeful expression after that deadpan delivery sent Zarah into peals of laughter. “Well, Jeremy… I must say that you don’t disappoint,” she replied a bit breathlessly in spite of herself. “I had NOT heard that one before. Fine. For making me laugh like that, you can buy me a drink. But don’t expect it to happen again.”
Jeremy’s face burst into a cocksure grin. “Oh, I won’t,” he replied, “but my mates back there are still going to be pretty jealous.”
“Gotta keep ’em guessing, right?”
“Yeah, something like that,” Jeremy agreed, then raised his voice and looked over at the bartender. “Hey, Lou, bring the lady a Sex on the Beach, and put it on my tab.” Lou looked impressed, and started mixing the drink immediately.
“A girl drink?” Zarah asked, raising one perfectly arched eyebrow.
“Well, you ARE a girl,” replied Jeremy.
“Fine. I admit it, I do like them,” she admitted with a touch of reluctance. “Just… don’t tell anybody, okay?”
“Your secret is safe with me, lioness,” he assured her softly as the bartender set the drink on the counter.
“I trust you,” said Zarah, still smiling in spite of herself. “But please excuse me a moment. I’ll be right back.” She slid off her bar stool and walked to the ladies’ room.
Perfect! Jeremy thought as he appreciatively watched her saunter away. He looked around to make sure no one was watching, removed the vial from his pocket and surreptitiously tipped the contents into her glass, then slipped the vial back out of sight. The band was motioning for him to come up so they could play the last set of the night, so he left the drink for her to enjoy…
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Zarah’s struggles renewed their vigor, but she knew it was no use. Jeremy had her trapped now, and she was at his mercy.
“Yes, me.” Jeremy gave her a gentle smile. “You should have believed me when I told you what I wanted.”
“But… I trusted you!” Zarah protested.
“Ah, and I was touched by your gesture of goodwill,” he replied, tenderly brushing a strand of hair out of her face as he sat down next to her on the bed. “Leaving so I could have a chance to drug your drink without your knowing… that was a nice touch. I think you were practically begging me to do this.”
“Please,” whispered Zarah softly. “Please, just let me go, and we’ll forget this ever happened. I know you’re a nice guy. You don’t want to hurt me.”
“You’re right,” said Jeremy, leaning over her to caress her neck and shoulders, then running his fingertips lightly up and down her bare arms as he looked deeply into her eyes. His expression was surprisingly tender, yet determined. “I don’t want to hurt you, my sweet captive lioness. But I might have to if you don’t cooperate with me. You said you trusted me. Trust me now, and I will make this night one you will never want to forget.”
Zarah’s blue eyes were no longer cold nor steely as they filled with tears. “Jeremy… why?”
“Never mind why right now,” Jeremy growled, drawing a switchblade from his pocket. A long, wicked-looking blade sprung from one end of the handle quicker than thought with a snapping sound. “We have something else to do first.”
Zarah tensed at the sight of the knife, which gleamed brightly in the flickering candlelight. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked fearfully.
“I already told you,” said Jeremy as he climbed onto the bed and straddled her. “I am going to make you mine. Completely, utterly, and irrevocably.” He placed the knife against her throat – its steel was very cold indeed – and leaned down to kiss her.
First, he kissed her forehead, and then each of her eyelids, then her cheekbones, then her jawline… he worked his way slowly down her face, covering it in light kisses but pointedly avoiding her mouth. His lips were soft, and his breath hot on her skin… Her nose was filled with his musky scent as his right hand caressed her side lightly and his right pressed the flat of the blade – not too hard – against her throat. Her senses, heightened by fear, were slowly becoming overwhelmed… why does he not kiss my lips? her mind wondered wildly even as she fought the sensations of the first male body pressed against her in well over a year. She shivered in pleasure despite herself as he lightly outlined her ear with his tongue, then whispered “What do you want, lioness?”
“I… I want you to let me go!” she cried stridently.
“Ah, ah,” whispered Jeremy, his voice scolding her between kisses laid on her neck, “your body is telling me otherwise. Your lips are pursed, slightly parted. Your breath is coming faster. I can feel your heart beating fiercely against my chest. You are begging for me to kiss you. Pleading for my lips to envelop yours.”
“N-no! I could never – Let me go!” she insisted again, wriggling and struggling. He groaned as she moved sinuously beneath him, but stopped his caresses and pressed the knife against her throat a bit harder, looking directly into her eyes. She stopped moving instantly and held perfectly still, frozen in fear. His eyes were not tender, but angry.
“I do not like it when women lie,” he said, his voice dangerously quiet. “I will gladly give you what you want, Zarah. Everything you have ever wanted. But if you will not tell me what you are longing for… then I will take what I want instead.”
The tip of the knife slid down from her throat and traced slowly down the center of her chest; she was paralyzed by fear and wondering when he would press hard enough to cut her flesh… in one rapid, violent motion he seized her gown’s neckline with one hand and sliced it open from top to bottom with the other. She screamed in terror as the two halves of the gown fell aside, revealing her body for his inspection…
Zarah’s body was the sort that had gone out of style many years ago. She was ripe, but not quite overblown, with full, soft curves and snow-white skin befitting a Venus of days past. Jeremy licked his lips hungrily as he eyed her large, luscious breasts encased in a lacy black bra, along with matching black lace panties and garter belt holding up sheer black stockings. She had a perfectly balanced hourglass figure despite her little tummy, which was invitingly soft as he traced his fingers along it for a moment…
“Hold still,” he commanded her as she began to squirm under his touch. She obeyed instantly. With a few flicks of the knife, he cut through her bra straps and then right between the cups, jerking the lace away roughly and freeing her enormous breasts from their prison… they rolled slightly to the sides, small pink nipples pointed skyward, surrounded by pale tan areoles.
“Mmmm,” he said, almost reverently, as he ran a hand lightly over the swell of her right breast “so big, so soft… I’d need two hands for each to give them proper attention…” He withdrew his hand and began caressing each breast slowly with the flat of his wicked-looking blade, so cold on her skin that it made her nipples harden instantly. Zarah held her breath, afraid to even move lest he cut her, but she could not help jerking a bit all the same as the cold steel rubbed against her nipples.
“Careful, love,” he murmured softly, “or I’ll be leaving you one nipple short.”
The intense sensation of cold massaging her nipple was almost too much to take. Zarah fought it hard, but after a moment her body responded anyway… she closed her eyes and arched her back as if to give him better access, just as a soft moan escaped her lips.
“Open your eyes,” Jeremy ordered, seizing her chin with one hand and, pressing the steel into her soft flesh a tiny bit harder.
Zarah opened her eyes, not daring to disobey, her heart pounding in her chest… Jeremy gestured to the mirror directly above them. “Look at yourself. Look at how beautiful you are, how turned on you’ve become by what I am doing. Your skin is flushed; your nipples are hard, and you are moaning and arching your back for me.”
Zarah looked, and to her great shame she saw he was right… she was tied up and being ravaged against her will, and her body loved every bit of it. The adrenaline coursed through her, heightening every sensation, and she looked up into her own pupils, dilated with lust, and almost wanted to come right then… but then she looked back into her rapist’s eyes, and her senses came back to her at least a little. She tried to shake her head no, to protest… but he seized her chin again and held her head still.
“You will not deny it,” he said forcefully. “You love being tied up and treated like a little slut, because inside that’s what you really are. Here, I will prove it to you.” He traced the tip of the knife slowly down her belly, careful not to break her skin, and then with two quick motions sliced through the strings of her black lace bikini panties, then grabbed the crotch with the other hand and easily ripped them away, exposing her most sacred of places… her scent wafted in the air, fully released at last, and he leaned down to breathe it deeply, inhaling its sweet musk.
He examined her admiringly, licking his lips… it was all he could do not to dive in and taste her right this moment, but he knew that it was not yet time. Her pussy was so very inviting, completely smooth and silky soft to the touch, except for a thin strip of closely trimmed hair that ran up the center of her mound. “Perfectly manicured,” he commented. “Strange for a woman that rejected every suitor who called upon her. Did you keep yourself waxed for me, just in case?” he asked teasingly. Zarah blushed, but he did not give her time to answer. “Now for the moment of truth,” he said, running a fingertip lightly up her slit; even as he did so, another soft moan escaped her lips. He drew it away, slick and glistening with her juices, and held it up for her to see. “You are soaking wet, my dear,” he said triumphantly. “I’ve barely even begun to touch you… but while you were protesting, you were also creaming in your little black panties. What a slutty little tease you are, getting off on a man wanting you but pretending not to want him back.”
Zarah looked away, full of shame… what he said was true, and she could not deny it. She had gone home with a damp spot in her panties from the men who came on to her at the bar more than once, but most often it was because Jeremy had stared at her so very longingly… now, she could not remember being wetter in her entire life, and it was this… this monster that was making her that way… she looked back up at him hesitantly, and a smile was playing about the corner of his lips as if he knew what she was thinking.
“I think that you deserve some punishment for lying to me, my little whore,” he said matter-of-factly as he climbed off the bed. The switchblade slid back into its handle with a snap, and he tossed it aside to pluck a candle from one of the nearby stands.
“We know you like being an object of desire, and you obviously enjoy being dominated and humiliated,” he said. “But I wonder… do you fancy a little pain?” With that, he tipped the candle to drip a bit of hot wax onto her chest, just above her breasts.
She flinched; the heat stung at first, but it was not unbearable. “Hmm…” he said, dripping a larger amount onto her right breast; when a drop hit her nipple, she cried out loudly. It hurt for a moment, but then the warmth aroused her further; her hips involuntarily bucked, and Jeremy smiled even more broadly as he dripped wax onto her left breast as well, and down her belly, creating a trail of red splotches that contrasted pleasingly with her pale skin as she writhed against her bonds in a most gratifying fashion… “Oh yes, my love,” he said in a pleased tone of voice. “I think you like it quite well.”
He replaced the candle and then leaned down over her stomach, peeling off the wax gently bit by bit, moving slowly upwards as he caressed her tortured skin… the heat had brought her blood vessels up to the surface of the skin to make it hyper-sensitive so that the most feather-light touch evoked intense sensation. Her chest heaved as her breathing quickened… she both longed for and dreaded what was coming as he worked his way up slowly to her breasts…
He peeled the wax from her right breast slowly, then all at once his hot mouth was on her nipple, sucking and licking, while his fingers freed the other nipple from the wax and started to palm it and tease it gently… she bucked her hips harder and moaned, much louder this time, hardly able to comprehend the feelings that washed over her. He climbed onto the bed and straddled her once more, cupping her right breast with one hand to lift it to his mouth as he began to suck harder, drawing the nipple further in and pulling it up and away, then nipping lightly, then biting at it as he pinched and twisted the other between his fingers. Zarah screamed, then moaned even louder…it hurt, but it also felt like nothing she had ever experienced; she was riding that fine edge between pleasure and pain, and the heat was building in her pussy. She had had orgasms before from nipple stimulation only, long ago, and she knew she was heading straight for one if he kept it up. She wanted to come, needed desperately to come, and in the intensity of the moment she was losing all her wits and inhibitions, forgetting that she was there against her will… She began to move more rhythmically beneath him, trying to rub herself up against his body… she was SO close… but he seemed to sense what she was doing and he stopped and pulled away, climbing off the bed again. She whimpered in disappointment and dismay, and he laughed.
“So… you’re one of those women who can come like that, are you? Just by touching your nipples?”
Zarah nodded, breathing hard, still squirming a little bit in her desire to reach orgasm.
“Stop moving,” Jeremy commanded, seeing how very close she was.
Zarah whimpered again, looking at him pleadingly, but she did as she was told.
“You want to come very badly, don’t you, slut?” he asked.
“Yesssss…” she hissed, barely able to keep herself from bucking her hips again.
“Well, too bad. You come when I decide you can, and not before.” Jeremy watched her for a moment, waiting for her breathing to slow. He began to unbutton his shirt, and she could not help but watch with interest. He was admittedly thin but had a well-defined stomach and a hairy chest… very manly, she thought approvingly before she could catch herself. Her heart started pounding a little harder as he slipped off his jeans and then his boxers. A lovely rock-hard cock sprang to attention as it was freed… long and thick, she wanted to lick her lips at the sight of it; she needed it very badly… but she knew she must resist.
“You like what you see, don’t you?” he asked.
Zarah looked away, blushing profusely in shame.
“I saw you watching. You want this cock. I can see it.”
He was, again, telling the truth… she wanted his prick buried in her soaking wet pussy to the hilt; she wanted him to fuck her until she came all over it… which, at this rate, would take all of three seconds. Her body was betraying her again; she was trembling, she wanted it so much… but she did not turn to face him.
“Look at me,” he ordered in a gentler tone, cupping her chin and making her look deeply into his hazel eyes. “Tell me what you want, Zarah.”
She nearly melted at his touch, at the sound of his voice saying her name so tenderly; his eyes held her gaze and she could not look away, did not want to look away… she felt suddenly vulnerable and longing and and lustful and angry all at once… but she held her silence. I will not give in, she thought defianttly.
Jeremy held her chin for a moment, forcing himself not to smile. Her eyes were angry, but they were full of heat rather than ice now; blue fire danced for him in his lioness’ gaze. But still, she must learn, must understand…
“Since you refuse to answer me, then I will take what I want, and you will do as I require,” he said. He picked back up the knife and its blade sprung free once more of its casing, and he tossed it from hand to hand casually, a determined expression on his face. “I am going to cut you free,” he explained, his voice low and menacing, “and you are going to hold still while I do. Once I am finished, you are going to get off this bed and kneel on the floor before me. If you do not, you will be very, very sorry. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Zarah said softly, tears welling up in her eyes. Her pussy was still throbbing with desire, but fear was rising in her chest once more…
“Good,” he said tersely as he began to slice through the cords that held her to the bedpost. She did not move an inch until all four ropes were cut, then she quickly slid off the bed and down onto the plush carpet, grateful for the freedom of movement she was allowed. “Here, slave,” he said, pointing to a spot on the floor in front of him. She moved with alacrity, kneeling as gracefully as she could and not daring to look up into his angry eyes.
“Good girl,” he said approvingly, stroking her soft hair. “You are learning to obey.” Without warning, he seized a handful of her hair close in to her head and pulled her towards him, slapping her cheek roughly with his hard cock. “Now, you’re going to be a good little whore and suck my cock… and you’d better do a very thorough job of it.”
He slapped her other cheek with his cock, then pressed the head against her lips. She opened her mouth obediently and he pushed her head forward, forcing her to take it deeply. Her mouth was very small and he could tell that she was having trouble, but she opened her jaw wide and wrapped her ruby red lips around his dick, starting to suck lightly, and playing her tongue against the underside, licking the underside of the head as she drew back only to plunge it back into her mouth. After a few moments he was not moving her head at all; his hand was still tangled in her hair, but she was doing everything of her own volition, and with fervor. She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and began gently playing with his balls with the other, picking up her rhythm… now a groan escaped HIS lips, and he found himself growing still harder, if that were possible… looking down at his fantasy woman eagerly sucking on his cock like there was no tomorrow… it made him want to explode right there, but he held back…
Zarah heard Jeremy groan in pleasure, and she looked up at him… if her mouth wasn’t so full of cock, she would have smiled. She felt the power that she now had over him, and in spite of the fact that she knew it was wrong, she wanted to give him pleasure… she knew she was turning him on and that, in turn, aroused her further until she was moaning around his cock, sending the vibrations down his shaft as she began to suck harder, moving faster up and down his shaft, and she felt his balls start to tighten in her hand.
Jeremy seized her hair again and pulled her off his cock roughly, wrapping his hand around his shaft just as he came as hard as he ever had in his life; he aimed the first jet of cum at her forehead, then the next landed across her cheek and nose… the last drenched her luscious red lips. He leaned back and looked at his composition like a painter at a canvas; her face looked so beautiful painted with his cum. She opened her eyes and, wonder of wonders, licked her lips and smiled.
Jeremy did not return the smile. “If you think we are done here, you are wrong,” he said sternly. “You obviously enjoyed that far too much for it to be a proper punishment.” He walked over to the bed and sat down. “Come here, and lie down on my lap. You’ve been a very naughty little whore.”
Zarah stood up, looking rather bewildered… she was sure that he had come very hard just now, and she thought he would be pleased… what had she done wrong? Her pussy was still on fire and dripping wet, and her face was covered in sticky cum… she wished he would let her clean it…
“I said, COME HERE,” growled Jeremy, leaving no room for argument. She jumped, startled, and came quickly to his side. He grabbed her wrist and jerked her forcefully down, pulling her across his lap face-down so her round, pillowy ass was right across his lap. She still wore the garter belt and stockings, which framed her ass so very nicely… with a sight like this before him, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he would be rock-hard again. “You’re a nasty little slut with cum all over your face,” he said, reaching underneath her to rub her clit. She tensed and moaned deeply, grinding against his hand. “And what’s more, you liked it. You liked being forced to suck on a cock, and you liked licking my cum off your lips and swallowing it like a little whore. I can tell because you’re so wet you’ve made a mess of my hand already.”
Zarah only moaned; his fingers felt so good on her clit at last. She needed to come so badly she could scream; she’d never been so desperate for anything in her entire life… she felt empty, hollow inside as if she needed to be filled up… filled with a cock…
“Please,” she said very softly, grinding on his hand.
“I can’t hear you,” Jeremy said. “Look at me, and speak up.”
She looked over her shoulder, her eyes pleading with his, and spoke louder this time. “Please.”
“Please what?” Jeremy asked, knowing full well what she wanted.
“I need it.”
SLAP! His hand landed hard on her ass, making her soft flesh jiggle a little. She jerked, looking startled, but then his hand was rubbing her clit again. “What a nasty little tease you are, and what you need is a good spanking,” said Jeremy. He spanked her ass again, harder this time, and she cried out… but he was back to rubbing her clit, and she was becoming uncontrollably turned on…
SLAP! His hand landed hard on her ass again, and she moaned. “What do you want, slut?”
“I want you,” she said pleadingly.
SLAP! “What do you want me to do?” he asked, rubbing her clit a little harder.
“I want you to fuck me,” she cried out, no longer in control of her body; she was humping his hand as his spanking turned her ass all splotchy red… his cock was getting hard again just looking at it…
SLAP! “How do you want me to fuck you, whore?”
“I- I want you to put your hard cock in my – my tight little pussy and fuck me hard!”
SLAP! Jeremy groaned this time; his cock was getting hard and her movements were humping up against it; hearing her ask for his cock in her pussy was getting him even harder. He slid two fingers into her, and marveled at how her wet, hot pussy gripped them like a vise. “Mmm, you are tight, aren’t you? Beg for it, slave.”
Zarah looked back at him with big, desperate, pleading blue eyes, her face streaked with his cum, still humping his hard cock with her soaking wet pussy. “Please, Jeremy… Please, I am begging you, I need it so bad! Please fuck my pussy with your hard cock!”
SLAP! “Ohhhh, that’s my very good, very naughty little slut. And she will get exactly what she wants, right now.” He pushed her off his lap and they both stood up for a moment, only for him to seize her wrists again and throw her down on the bed, on her back this time. He forced her stockinged legs apart roughly, positioning himself between them. His rock-hard dick rubbed against her clit as he pressed himself against her, then leaned down… his lips were upon hers at last, his tongue probing her mouth deeply, desperately as she passionately returned his kiss. He slid his cock down her slit ever so slowly and positioned it at her entrance, then pulled back from the kiss and looked into her eyes.
“I love you, Zarah,” he said as he rammed his cock into her with a single stroke, causing her to cry out in pain and joy and pleasure all at once. He held it there for a moment, then began to work it in and out, slowly at first… she began to move with him, gripping and massaging his cock with her pussy, as the pace steadily increased… he shifted, grabbing her hips, and then he found her G-spot and she cried out in pleasure. “That’s right, love,” he said, pumping his dick in and out of her, hard and fast, hitting her G-spot with every stroke, and making her moan and thrash on the bed… “I want you to come for me… I want you to come so hard all over my cock that you scream my name!”
Her moans became steadily louder, and her body tensed as she wrapped her legs around him, drawing him deep into her and digging her nails into his back, and her pussy spasmed hard on his cock as she came, squirting hot, wet juices while she screamed his name at the top of her lungs, “JEREMY! Oh, God, yes! Don’t stop… please…” The spasms seemed to go on for ages; a brief eternity of bliss while he fucked in and out of her, soaked in her cum, with her screaming and begging for more…
As the spasms subsided, he pulled out of her and admired her body once more, now slicked with sweat from her exertion. She looked pleadingly up at him, disappointment in her voice. “You’re stopping already?”
“No, sweetheart,” he said lovingly, pushing a strand of hair back from her face, “but it is time for me to taste you at last.” He began to kiss his way slowly down her body, and she moaned again. “I would have done it much sooner, if you had been more… cooperative,” he reminded her just before he dived in, “but I want to taste your cum on my tongue before we are finished.”
She moaned as he flicked his tongue quickly against her swollen, still sensitive clit, sending aftershocks through her body, and then sighed as he began to lap at her slit, long, slow strokes that went from bottom to top. He paused and looked up at her, tenderness in his eyes once more. “You taste so sweet, love, just like I knew you would,” he said, before he went back to licking… then he started work on her clit in earnest, holding on to her hips so she could not wriggle away. He licked and probed at her clit with his tongue, then sucked it into his mouth, making her cry out again and causing her hips to buck wildly. He looked up at her, lips wet with her juices, and smiled. “What do you want, sweetie?” he asked.
“I want your cock in my pussy again,” Zarah said without hesitation this time. “Please?” she added hopefully.
“Very well,” Jeremy said, smiling, “but this time you’ll have to ride me.” He lay down on the bed and she climbed astride him. He positioned himself at her entrance again and pulled her hips down onto him hard, impaling her on his prick. He groaned as he felt her slide down his shaft, gripping him once more with that tight little cunt of hers. “Ohhh, that’s a good slut,” he said. “Ride me hard, and I’ll promise to give you what you deserve.”
And ride hard she did… bouncing up and down on his shaft so that he could watch her big tits bounce around for a bit, then leaning forward and gripping the headboard of the bed to get a better purchase as she pistoned her hips, forcing her pussy up and down his cock as her clit rubbed against his pubic bone. They watched the erotic sight from many angles in the room’s multitude of mirrors, and the vision of their union drove them to even greater heights of passion… Her tits dangled in his face like delectable melons ripe for the picking, and he grabbed them and suckled on them, biting them and pinching the nipples to make her moan even louder as she rode him harder and faster, as if her life depended on it… the sensations building until it was like a dam burst inside her, and she leaned back and let loose a mighty scream as she came again, flooding his cock with her juices once more.
She slid off his still-hard cock, exhausted, her pussy swollen and over-sensitive from its stimulation… but Jeremy wasn’t finished yet. “On your knees, love,” he said, and she obeyed immediately. He got behind her and pushed her down gently so she rested on her elbows, her still-red ass pointing invitingly up into the air. He slid yet again into her pussy, fucking her more slowly this time… but then she felt a curious sensation of something wet dripping into the crack of her ass…
“What…?” she asked, confused.
“Trust me,” Jeremy said as a finger started to probe gently at her now slicked little pink rosebud while he still fucked her pussy… he pressed harder and poured more lube downward, making it pool around his finger and slide in along with his finger as he breached her ring of resistance gently… “Soooo tight,” he said appreciatively.
She cried out, more in surprise than pain because her arousal was still so great, and his hard dick in her pussy distracted her from the sensations. “Please,” she murmured worriedly.
Jeremy began sliding his finger in and out of her ass as he fucked her, slowly at first, and then faster. “Please what?” he asked.
“Please… don’t do this,” Zarah pleaded. “I’ve never…”
“You’ve never had a cock in your ass?” supplied Jeremy helpfully as he began to tease her clit again with his other hand. She moaned deeply as he fucked both her holes and teased her clit all at once; the sensation was almost too much to bear.
“Yesssss…” She hissed. “I don’t…”
“Yes you do. You want this thick cock in your ass. You just don’t know it yet,” reassured Jeremy, sliding a second finger into Zarah’s ass and starting to finger it a little harder… Zarah moaned loudly, still unused to the powerful sensation. Jeremy’s voice became harder as well as he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back towards him hard. “And whether or not you want it, it’s what you’re going to get. I promised you what you deserved if you rode me like a good slut. You rode me like a VERY good slut… and THIS is what a very good slut deserves. A big dick, right up her tight little virgin ass.” He released her hair, slid out of her pussy and positioned herself at her backdoor, still rubbing her clit and making her moan softly. “Now relax and open up for me, love, or this is going to hurt more than it has to.”
Zarah was nervous and afraid of the pain, but she wanted to please him so badly… she tried her best to focus on the sensations of her clit while he pressed into her, gently at first, and then harder… at last, he was past her resistance. It hurt for a moment, and then just felt very strange and intense as he slid further into her, very slowly and gently, groaning in pleasure. After what seemed like several minutes, just when she thought she could take no more, he stopped moving completely. “I’m all in you, my little slut,” he said, teasing her clit a little harder while he held it inside her, letting her adjust… “Does it make you feel dirty, having a cock in your ass?”
“Yesss…” Zarah moaned.
“Do you like being my slutty little slave and pleasing me?”
“Yesssss…” she hissed as he teased her clit even harder.
“That’s my good little girl,” Jeremy said, and then he began to slowly slide in and out of her ass, just a little bit at first, but slowly increasing the movement and tempo… as Zarah got used to it, she began to moan even more loudly… she felt like such a dirty whore taking it up the ass for her rapist, but it was starting to feel so good, and more… intense… than anything she had ever felt… suddenly, Jeremy grabbed her hair again, close to the base of her skull, and pulled her back on his cock hard. She screamed in pain and pleasure as he began pulling her up and down his cock by her hair, slamming all the way in and out of her ass while relentlessly rubbing her clit. She screamed again, then began to grind back against him, writhing and almost struggling to escape his grasp as she came for the third time, her ass gripping his cock and spasming. Jeremy moaned loudly; it was all too much for him at last. “God, yes! Zarah, I’m cumming!” he growled as he released her hair, grabbing her hips to push into her hard one last time. His cock jerked hard as he shot his second load deep inside her ass, filling it full of his cum with a primal cry of conquest.
They collapsed together onto the bed, side by side, both utterly spent at last. He smiled gently and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close and looking deeply into her beautiful blue eyes, now warm and gentle as the tropical waters of the Caribbean.
“How do you feel now, my love?” he asked her softly, almost hesitantly.
She looked at him confusedly, then buried her head in his chest. “I’m… I feel happy, but… I’m so confused,” she admitted softly.
He lifted her chin to look into her eyes, now filled with tears. “I know. What just happened is very complicated… but I want you to try and understand.”
“Okay,” said Zarah. “Make me understand.”
“You see, I fell in love with you… not just because you are beautiful and sexually desirable, but because there is a… sameness… about you and me. We both live lonely lives because someone has hurt us very badly.”
Zarah nodded. She had been right about him, and he about her.
“I know it’s wrong, but you are the most priceless creature I have ever laid eyes on, and I knew that you were the only woman I could ever want after that. I tried to think of a way to approach you, to get you to open up to me… but every way I could think of ended in your discarding me, just like the last woman I loved did… And I can’t bear to lose you.”
“So… you decided to just rape me instead,” said Zarah angrily, trying to push him away.
Jeremy caught her hands in his, stopping her. “Wait. I… it was more than that. I wanted to show you how much I wanted you, needed you, had to have you. Your proud heart is such that you need to be wanted and loved… but also you need to be owned to be free and happy.”
“Owned?” asked Zarah, taken aback.
“You like not having a choice,” he explained. “You like being told what to do… you know it is true.” He paused for a moment, and swallowed, his brow furrowed as if in thought. “I also wanted you to know that you mean everything to me, and that I would stake everything on being with you and nobody else.”
“Wh… what?” Zarah said, confused. “What do you mean?”
Jeremy reached down to the floor and picked up the switchblade that was still lying there. The blade sprung from the handle once more, and Zarah recoiled in horror.
“No! My love, I’m not going to hurt you. I would never hurt you,” Jeremy promised, taking her hand and pulling her upright with him to sit on the edge of the bed. “Or at least, not except if I thought it would bring you more pleasure. Here.” He took her hand and wrapped it around the handle of the knife gently. “It is very sharp, so be careful.”
“Why are you giving this to me?”
“Listen carefully, love. Here on the right side of my neck is the jugular vein and the carotid artery. All you have to do is stab a couple inches in about here,” he indicated a place just below the ear, “and slice about halfway across my neck, and I’ll die quickly and painlessly.”
“WHAT?!”
“My life is in your hands. I’ve made sure there’s evidence that I abducted and raped you. You can kill me and plead self-defense – just say you got the knife out of my hands – or, if you’d rather, you can turn me in to the police, convict me and send me to prison. I’ll plead guilty, I promise.”
“Jeremy… I don’t understand…”
“This is the only way I can even hope to make this up to you, Zarah. I didn’t know what else to do… so I decided to take you. In return, you can decide what to do with me.” He slipped off the bed and knelt before her. “I am yours, to live or die as you choose.”
Zarah began to weep. She dropped the knife; it fell to the floor with a clatter along with everything that was left of the cold steel still in her heart.
“What do you want now, lioness?” he asked softly, reaching up to wipe the tears from her eyes.
She sank onto the floor next to him and gripped his face, looking deep into his eyes. “I want to be yours. Completely, utterly, and irrevocably.”
“You… do?” he asked incredulously.
“Jeremy… I love you,” she whispered.
They held each other in the flickering candlelight, tears of joy in their eyes, for what seemed like hours… for lion and lioness had found one another at last.